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han-ban-bam17 hours ago
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At long last;; The Black Tie Event. TYSM to all who fuelled this fire, w/o you this would be non-existent so I hope u all enjoy.
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spookyscarypavuvus18 hours ago
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Day 22: Birthday聽
AND 聽@floral-cas 鈥 Floralnatural Autumn Celebration :)
okay so his family made this for Dean, each adding a rose of different color. and then Cas explained the meaning behind every flower and Dean was like聽鈥榶ou鈥檙e a bunch of dicks who made me cry at my birthday鈥 and Cas was like聽鈥榶es but we are your dicks, Dean鈥櫬
i love flower crowns, cringe and proud <3
taglist 馃枻
@perfectlyelegantdelusion@emeraldcas@you-cant-spell-subtext-without@fellshish@bi-makes-pie@winchester-reload
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c-kaeru4 hours ago
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Suptober21 by @winchester-reload , day 20 : Library hours (I did a sequel of a 2018 suptober prompt hehe)
I also gave up on trying to post the prompts on the right day
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pumpkinspicebradshaw10 hours ago
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This book club though.馃槶
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You just know Charlie and Eileen are snickering about something. Metatron is just happy to be invited and that his sacrifice was enough to be forgiven (Though actually he was only invited because of how much he has read). Rowena and Meg just came to flirt with Cas, but Meg gets stoned with Kevin before the snacks and Rowena moved on to flirting with Chuck. The whole time Cas is just watching Dean so happy that he really came, and Dean is just trying his best to really understand what he is reading so he can impress Cas with how much he knows about the book. 馃ズ馃ズ馃ズ馃ズ馃ズ馃ズ馃ズ
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thepixelagora17 hours ago
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Suptober Day 14: Stardust
Dean and Cas went on vacation and are now mixed up in a haunted house case. I will have them solve it by the end of this month and we will run through all Suptober prompts in the process!
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countdowntonov522 hours ago
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October 22nd, 2021
14 days till November 5th.
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winchesterfanatic196718 hours ago
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You鈥檙e Not A Loser
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Request for @prettysourabbie鈥 Hey beautiful!!! I was wondering if I could request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader where she super awkward and while playing truth or dare she admits awkwardly that she never kissed anyone, and after words dean gives her, her first kiss?
Warnings- Benny鈥檚 a bit of a dick, self esteem issues聽
You were laying in your bedroom watching your favorite show, (yfs) and a soft knock came at your door. 鈥淐ome in.鈥 You say softly.
Dean poked his head in with a smile. 鈥淗ey sweetheart. What are you doing?鈥
鈥淛ust watching tv.鈥澛
He hummed and looked at the screen, 鈥淎gain?鈥 He chuckles playfully and it makes you smile.聽
鈥淏e quiet. Don鈥檛 knock it till you try it.鈥
He just chuckled again. 鈥淪o, since it鈥檚 Friday night Sam and I decided we wanted to do something fun. We invited a bunch of people over for movie night and game night. All of our remaining friends are coming here. Lot鈥檚 of snacks, lot鈥檚 of alcohol. You in?鈥
鈥淯h, I don鈥檛 know De.鈥 You hesitate and he frowns.聽
鈥淐鈥檓on sweetheart.鈥
鈥淚 know how Benny and Charlie can get when they drink. I-I, I don鈥檛 know.鈥
鈥淚 know you鈥檙e shy sweetheart. And that鈥檚 okay. But please, it鈥檒l be fun. If you want, you can stick by my side. I promise.鈥
You pondered over that. 鈥淵ou promise you won鈥檛 leave me by myself for long periods of time?鈥
鈥淚 promise.鈥 He held out his pinky and you linked yours with his. He kissed it before pulling away and it made you smile.聽
鈥淭hey鈥檒l be here in a couple hours. I鈥檒l see you later?鈥
鈥淪ee you later.鈥 You assure him and he smiles before shutting your door.聽
You knew you sounded a little pathetic, but you were really awkward and shy. The only person you鈥檝e ever opened up to was Dean and that even took some time.聽
You weren鈥檛 as thin as you would鈥檝e liked. You were bullied throughout your entire life over your weight and even your own parents made comments about it.聽
You looked through your closet, and tried to find something decent to wear. You slid on a pair of jeans and frowned when they fit just right. You used to have a little bit of wiggle room but you must鈥檝e gained more weight without realizing. Still, they looked decent so you chose them.聽
You were struggling with a shirt to find. You had a few good ones, but you really wanted to impress Dean tonight. You鈥檝e been harboring feelings for him for a while now. Everyone knew how you felt about him except for him.聽
You loved your friends, but when they drank they tended to slip things out. You really didn鈥檛 want your feelings to be spilled tonight. It was one thing if you told him yourself, but if he found out through someone else it would be humiliating.聽
You found something decent to wear, and you decided to apply a little makeup for once. You only kept some for rare occasions, but you wanted to switch it up. You looked at the clock and saw some time had passed and your friends would be here soon.聽
As you made your way to the kitchen you instantly smelt Dean鈥檚 famous nachos and saw that he ordered pizzas. Beer and liquor were on the counter, and there were a lot of snacks. 鈥淲ow, you really went all out tonight De.鈥
He spun around and flashed you a smile. 鈥淚 figured I should do something nice.鈥
鈥淲ho鈥檚 coming?鈥
鈥淐as, Benny, Charlie, Jody, Donna, Garth, Claire, Alex, and Eileen. Sam is going to pick her up now.鈥 He says.聽
鈥淚 love Eileen. I鈥檓 glad she鈥檚 coming.鈥
鈥淵eah, hopefully Sam will make his move on her tonight.鈥 He chuckled and you smiled in agreement.聽
Sam returned with Eileen, and one by one everyone was showing up. Everyone was having a good time just talking, and then you all decided to watch a movie. The movie was honestly lame, and everyone was getting drunker by the minute.聽
鈥淭his movie blows, let鈥檚 do something else.鈥 Charlie says slurring her words.聽
鈥淥ooh, how about truth or dare?鈥 Benny also slurring his words and your heart dropped.
You hated this game. Either you were dared to do something horrible or you had to spill your guts. With your group of drunk friends, it was a lose lose situation.聽
Everyone, including Sam agreed, and you sunk down into your spot on the sofa. A comforting hand placed itself on your knee and you looked up to see Dean with concerned eyes. 鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have to play.鈥
鈥淚 want to open up more. I鈥檒l play.鈥 You say softly and the game begins.聽
You went around the circle, and even though everyone was wasted nothing too bad happened yet. Until it got to you. 鈥淵/n, truth or dare?鈥 Benny asked you.聽
鈥淯hm, truth.鈥 You wince and he grinned.聽
鈥淭ell us about your worst kiss.鈥
Everyone laughed, excited to hear the story. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, and you were immediately uncomfortable. 鈥淯hm, I don鈥檛 have a story.鈥
鈥淵ou have to! Everyone has a terrible kiss.鈥 Sam says.聽
鈥淯h, if I was ever kissed maybe.鈥 You stiffen up and look around. Everyone鈥檚 mouths were agape in shock. Amusement filled Benny鈥檚 eyes, and you immediately felt stupid and embarrassed.
鈥淵ou鈥檝e never been kissed? How old are you?鈥 Benny teases and you blush.
鈥淯hm,-鈥
鈥淚 knew you were a little antisocial darling, but phew.鈥 Benny says and you could feel the tears fill your eyes.聽
鈥淜nock it off guys. Stop being an asshole.鈥 Dean glared at Benny and he playfully threw his hands up.
鈥淚鈥檓 going to head to bed. Goodnight guys.鈥 You say before the tears fell and made your way to your room.聽
鈥淪weetheart,-鈥 You were already gone but you could hear Dean yelling at Benny.聽
Tears streamed down your cheeks. You wanted to maybe confess your feelings to Dean tonight. You knew it was a long shot, but now he probably thought you were pathetic.聽
You changed out of your clothes and buried yourself underneath your covers. You don鈥檛 know how much time has passed by but you cried yourself to sleep. You woke up to a dip in your bed, and a hand placing itself on your back.聽
You jump up and Dean instantly shushes you. 鈥淪hhh, it鈥檚 just me sweetheart.鈥 He says and you relax.
鈥淲hat time is it?鈥 You yawn.聽
鈥淎 little after 1. I kicked everyone out. I lectured Benny. You didn鈥檛 deserve to be teased like that.鈥
鈥淚t is what it is. I should鈥檝e never played. It鈥檚 not like he was wrong.鈥 You sat up and Dean sat next to you.聽
鈥淗e shouldn鈥檛 have treated you like that. I don鈥檛 care how much he was drinking. He doesn鈥檛 know how to control his mouth.鈥 You just shrugged and played with your fingers.
鈥淚 think it鈥檚 sweet ya know.鈥 He says to you.聽
鈥淲hat?鈥
鈥淭hat you鈥檝e never kissed anyone.鈥 You scoff.
鈥淚t鈥檚 not sweet. It鈥檚 so humiliating. I鈥檓 in my twenties.鈥澛
鈥淪o what? I鈥檓 guessing you wanted to save it for someone special? Am I right?鈥 He asks.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 part of it. But, no one has ever tried. I鈥檝e never had the opportunity. I wasn鈥檛 popular in school. No one ever chased after me. Guys looked the other way when they saw me. I鈥檓 just a loser.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e not a loser. Not at all sweetheart.鈥澛
You just shrugged and the tears entered your eyes once more. 鈥淗ey..鈥 He cooed gently when he noticed. 鈥淐鈥檓ere.鈥澛
He tugged you into him and you let the tears fall down, he wiped each and every one of them away. 鈥淵ou know, I can think of one guy who is absolutely head over heels for you.鈥
鈥淲ho鈥檚 that?鈥
鈥淢e.鈥 You were shocked.聽
鈥淢-Me? Really?鈥
鈥淵es. I have been for a long time. You take my breath away.鈥澛
You couldn鈥檛 help but let your lips curl up shyly, and he loved the redness appearing in your cheeks.聽
鈥淚 really like you too, De.鈥澛
He rubbed your cheek with his thumb, and looked at you with so much adoration. 鈥淒o you mind if I鈥檓 the first?鈥 He was looking at your lips, and your breath hitched. All you could do was nod, and he moved closer. Hoping to god you knew what to do, you pucker your lips and kissed him back.聽
He took the lead, and your lips moved together in sync. After a while you both pulled away. You looked up at him shyly, and he was staring at you in adoration. 鈥淗ow was that?鈥
鈥淧erfect. Everything I could鈥檝e hoped for.鈥澛
鈥淲ill you be my girl?鈥 He asked you softly and you leaned in, kissing him again. He kissed you back with so much passion, he didn鈥檛 need you to answer, he already knew.
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rowan-underthehouse8 hours ago
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Dean has imagined their first kiss more times than he can count.
Sometimes it happens the moment before he dies, a final, desperate plea for Cas to understand how he feels. Others he pictures something overly romantic: a nice dinner and flowers (Can you buy flowers for a dude? Dean should probably look it up.), then a walk down to some pier before he finally leans in.聽
Most often it鈥檚 after a hunt, bloody and exhausted, but alive, riding the high of a no-strings-attached win.聽 He鈥檚 stands there time and time again, blood dripping from his fingertips, and wonders what would happen if he let the adrenaline carry him one step further. If he grabbed Cas by the waist and kissed him until they couldn鈥檛 breathe.
He鈥檚 never done it. They鈥檝e left just like always, without more than a pat on the arm.
Dean never expected it would be simple.
It creeps up on him. Cas has long since traded awkwardly looming over the bed while Dean sleeps for curling next to him, once on top of the sheets, but now under them. It鈥檚 not strange for him to sling an arm over Dean in the night anymore, not strange for Sam to see them like that on his way to the shower the next morning. It wasn鈥檛 a conscious decision, it just happened. Gradually. Easily.
That鈥檚 where they are when the kiss finally happens, facing each other on some crappy, lumpy motel bed, sharing breath. Dean closes the gap like it鈥檚 nothing. Like it鈥檚 as natural as breathing. And when Cas kisses him back, there鈥檚 no death looming on the horizon. No battle won. No fresh-cut bouquet on the table. There鈥檚 just Cas, warm, and soft, and happy under Dean鈥檚 hands. A stolen moment before another long day.聽
And Dean wouldn鈥檛 have it any other way.
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for @jactingjoices 1k follower celebration
Day 1 Prompt: I told you so/better together
2.5k. Who The Hell Is Clark Kent? by FallenAngelOfThursday
summary:聽 Set eight months after defeating Chuck and getting Cas back. Dean has been working hard to get his crap together. He's not afraid of much, but when it comes to getting a pair of reading glasses, he's stumped. Nothing a little flirting with his angel can't fix.
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鈥淔orget it, Cas, I鈥檓 not going in.鈥
Castiel sighed. 鈥淵ou have complained all week about how expensive they were, Dean. If you don鈥檛 go in there, I鈥檒l-鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檒l what?鈥 Dean rose his brows.
Cas turned to him fully in the car seat. They were parked in a loading bay; the only part of the street large enough to fit Baby. The ticket guy could come at any moment, and they didn鈥檛 have the time to waste on Dean getting cold feet.
A single brow rose on Cas鈥 forehead as he stared Dean down.
The bastard loved to watch him squirm.
鈥淥r I will return the cowboy hat I bought as your reward.鈥
Dean blinked rapidly. He felt the heat rising at the back of his neck, flushing all the way to his cheeks. 鈥淵ou,鈥 he started, unbuckling his seatbelt to face the angel fully. 鈥淵ou got me a cowboy hat?鈥 His voice came out in a low conspiratorial mumble. Was Cas serious right now?
To Dean鈥檚 surprise, the angel鈥檚 cheeks pinked a little. Cas wasn鈥檛 the type to get embarrassed, especially when it came to their bedroom.
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 buy it for you,鈥 Cas said. He tilted his chin up, shooting Dean a pointed look.
Oh.
Fuck yes.
鈥淚 ever tell you I love you?鈥 Dean grinned, shaking his head a little in disbelief.
Cas smiled softly. 鈥淚 enjoy hearing you say it.鈥
Dean leaned forward, frowning at the building across the street. 鈥淓ven when I鈥檒l look like a dork?鈥 he grumbled. Cas鈥 hand settled on the back of his neck and Dean closed his eyes, relaxing into the touch. Cas bent forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
鈥淭hey鈥檙e glasses, Dean,鈥 he mumbled in his ear. 鈥淭he ability to see doesn鈥檛 make you a dork. Forcing me to watch the Star Trek movies twice this month alone makes you a dork.鈥
鈥淪hut up. They鈥檙e classics.鈥 Dean blew out a breath. Why was this such a fucking issue? He鈥檇 talked it through with his therapist just yesterday. Which reminded him, he should really send the poor dude some flowers or some shit. Is that a normal thing to send someone who鈥檚 listened to you bitch about every problem once a week for eight whole months? Did Seb even like flowers? Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh.
鈥淒ean?鈥 Cas said softly, bringing his other hand to Dean鈥檚 cheek, prompting him to meet Cas鈥 gaze.
Dean鈥檚 knees were shaking.
鈥淣othing鈥檚 going to change, Dean. Do you remember what you told me?鈥
Dean swallowed hard. Yeah, they were just glasses. It wasn鈥檛 the glasses themselves 鈥 well, not really.
He was getting old. He鈥檇 never expected to live half as long, never mind make it to his forties. Then again, he never expected to fall in love with an angel. Or that after twelve whole years of world-ending cockblocking and, admittedly, piss-poor communication, he鈥檇 find out Cas had always loved him too. That they could actually have this.
Seb had told Dean he was grieving. At first, it sounded like bullshit. How can you grieve for yourself? It didn鈥檛 make any damn sense. But they鈥檇 leaned into it for a couple of weeks. Seb had been going hard on the homework these past few months, and it was exhausting. But looking back, Dean could see the difference it鈥檇 made. He was grieving: for the time he and Cas had lost. For all the years he鈥檇 sacrificed himself 鈥 treated himself like he didn鈥檛 matter 鈥 when there was a chance he could have had everything he ever wanted, if he鈥檇 only had the tools to reach for it.
Dean smiled to himself. Seb really spoke his language. He was a good guy. He knew exactly the right metaphors to keep Dean鈥檚 head in the game and wasn鈥檛 afraid to call him on his bullshit either. Dean didn鈥檛 always thank him for it but鈥 it was a process. At least, that鈥檚 what all the books said.
鈥淚鈥檓 being stupid,鈥 Dean said, trying and failing to fake a smile. He tugged on Cas鈥 wrist, pulling the angel鈥檚 palm toward him so that he could plant a soft kiss there.
Cas looked at him with more patience than Dean had the time to fathom. 鈥淔ear isn鈥檛 stupid,鈥 the angel murmured. 鈥淵ou鈥檒l still be hot and scary with glasses on.鈥
Maybe it was the way Cas said it, but Dean choked out a laugh.
鈥淲hat?鈥 Cas grumbled.
鈥淚鈥檓 going to look like an old man,鈥 he said firmly, putting an end to the matter. Still, he felt a little lighter already.
Cas rolled his eyes, gearing up for the same protest he鈥檇 had all week. If Dean were honest, most of the time he complained, he鈥檇 just wanted to push the angel鈥檚 buttons. Cas always found some fun way to shut him up.
Before the love of his whole damn life could bitch him out, Dean pressed a soft kiss to Cas鈥 lips. It took a while before he鈥檇 been comfortable with any kind of PDA, but these days it felt good. Shit, it felt fucking great. The freedom to kiss Cas was one thing, but to do it anytime and anywhere he wanted鈥 there was no other rush like it. Cas didn鈥檛 have a single reservation about it. Sam and Eileen hadn鈥檛 visited in a while and they suspected it was because of how obnoxious he and Cas were in the privacy of their own home.
Dean couldn鈥檛 help the grin that spread across his face and broke the kiss.
鈥淲hat are you smiling about?鈥 Cas asked, his eyes dazed and sparkling.
Dean shook his head. 鈥淟et鈥檚 go. If anyone tries to tow Baby, I will murder them. And I do not wanna be the guy wearing glasses in his mugshot.鈥
Cas only stared in exasperation as Dean got out of the car.
The traffic was light for this time in the evening. The sun was setting beyond, amber light splitting between the city buildings and bathing the damp ground in shimmering light. Dean crossed the road, hand in hand with Cas. He felt like a damn kid right now. Why was he so nervous? The hard part was over. Tests done. Expenses paid. He just had to pick the damn things up and go.
鈥淢r. Winchester?鈥 the same lady from his appointment last week waved them over from behind the counter.
Dean rolled his shoulders. He dropped Cas鈥 hand, leaving the angel to sit with a group of old ladies in the waiting area.
鈥淯h, hey,鈥 Dean said as he approached the desk.
鈥淩ight this way,鈥 she smiled. Dean rolled his eyes, shooting a pained look in Cas鈥 direction. The angel shot him a thumbs up. His tongue peaked through his smile, and his eyes shone with sincerity.
Dean鈥檚 heart squeezed at the sight.
He could do this. He鈥檇 be a good boy and get his Clark Kent on. And later鈥
鈥淭ake a seat,鈥 the lady said, gesturing to a small table around the corner.
Dean sat. He waited. He picked at a stray thread on the lining of his jeans, and he waited some more. He was growing impatient by the time the lady returned and dropped into the seat opposite. She sat two cases in front of him and Dean frowned.
鈥淯h, no offence or anythin鈥 but鈥 I paid out my ass for one pair. I don鈥檛 need-鈥
The lady waved her hand dismissively, cutting him off. 鈥淭hese are your sunglasses,鈥 she said, sliding one of the boxes toward Dean.
He stared blankly at the silver box.
鈥淵our partner saw you checking them out,鈥 the lady smiled pointedly. 鈥淗e came in and paid for them later that afternoon.鈥
Dean opened the box, his heart swelling in his chest. He pulled out the pair of sunglasses, turning them over in his hands. They were awesome. Last week, he鈥檇 only wanted this pair and decided his eyesight could go to hell. They鈥檇 look so good in the Impala.
鈥淭ry 鈥榚m on,鈥 the lady said. Dean glanced down to her nametag, squinting as he read Sarah. Sarah rolled her eyes. 鈥淵ou鈥檒l have an easier time reading with your glasses on, Mr. Winchester.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 Dean,鈥 he corrected, placing the sunglasses on over his nose. Oh shit, he could see. Sure, he must look dumb wearing sunglasses indoors, but-
Sarah held out a mirror and Dean grinned at his reflection.
鈥淭hese ain鈥檛 so bad.鈥
鈥淢m,鈥 Sarah agreed. 鈥淵our partner knows you well.鈥
Dean smiled wider. 鈥淪ure does.鈥 He placed them back in the box, already thinking of ways he could pay Cas back later.
鈥淥kay, now try these on,鈥 she said, pushing the second box toward him. 鈥淚f they don鈥檛 fit, we can adjust them. No charge.鈥
Dean gulped as he opened the box. He picked up the frames with gentle fingers. Here goes nothin鈥.
鈥淚t鈥檒l be a new beginning,鈥 Sarah said, watching him with a little too much amusement. Dean shot her a glare, but he put the frames on all the same.
He blinked at his reflection. He鈥檇 forgotten how many freckles dotted his nose and cheeks. There were a couple of visible scars here and there from years of hunting but鈥 not bad. He expected to feel a million years old, but now that it came to it, it was no big deal.
鈥淣ew beginning, huh?鈥 Dean joked. 鈥淐lark Kent don鈥檛 got shit on me,鈥 He looked over the mirror at the optician to find her staring blankly at him.
鈥淲ho the hell is Clark Kent?鈥
Whatever, Dean thought. Cas would have got the joke.
The glasses did need a little tightening, so Dean was left in his seat for a little while longer. He tried to focus on later, on this supposed cowboy hat Cas had waiting for him at home. Where the hell had he even bought it anyway?
He drummed his fingers on the table, biting his lip. This was his life now, he thought. He wore glasses for driving and TV. He saw a therapist. He had a hot angel boyfriend. They had a Nephilim kid. Dean looked in the mirror again, studying his slightly grown out hair, the thin lines in the corners of his eyes.
Right now, he wouldn鈥檛 change a damn thing. He thought of Seb鈥檚 words in their last session. Something about how the life ahead of him is more important than the life behind him. It seemed like a dumb clich茅 at the time, but鈥 maybe it was true. For the first time in his life, Dean was content. Happy. He was making plans. He wasn鈥檛 drinking. He was waking up every morning next to his gorgeous best friend, limbs tangled, and cheeks flushed.
For the first time, he was looking forward to whatever the hell tomorrow might bring.
Sarah returned with his frames and Dean tried them on. They fit perfectly. He looked like a dork, but he鈥檇 do a lot worse to get his angel into bed with a cowboy hat on.
Dean made his way to the waiting room and found Cas nodding along seriously with a bunch of gossipy old ladies.
鈥淯h, mind if I steal you, partner?鈥 Dean winked.
Cas鈥 eyes widened. His mouth opened and closed but no sound came out.
God damn it, he knew he looked stupid. 鈥淭old you so,鈥 Dean grumbled, pulling Cas to his feet. 鈥淚 look like an idiot. Cas waved at the old ladies as Dean dragged him from the opticians.
鈥淚 can鈥檛 believe you paid for the sunglasses,鈥 Dean said, pulling the dorky frames off his face.
鈥淟eave them on,鈥 Cas said, his voice low and gravelly.
Dean paused half-way to the car. 鈥淲hat?鈥
Castiel gently took the glasses from Dean鈥檚 hand and placed them back on his face. His breath caught in his throat.
鈥淯h, you鈥檙e kinda staring pretty hard there, buddy,鈥 Dean noted, confused.
Cas blinked. Before Dean could form another thought, Cas鈥 mouth was on his. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas鈥 waist, returning the kiss until a car stopped behind them and honked the horn, and they were forced to move out of the way.
鈥淲ow there, sweetheart,鈥 Dean panted. 鈥淭he hell鈥檚 that for? Not complainin鈥, but-鈥
鈥淕et in the car, Dean,鈥 Cas demanded.
Well, okay then.
Dean said nothing as Cas pulled out his phone, setting a route for their next destination. He didn鈥檛 say where and Dean didn鈥檛 ask. Honestly, he didn鈥檛 have a damn clue what was goin鈥 on.
A few minutes later, they pulled up at a lake. The place was empty; the last dregs of sunlight bathing the water in tones of fuchsia and gold. Cas said nothing as he got out of the car. Frowning, Dean followed.
鈥淣ice spot,鈥 Dean said. And it was. He wondered how Cas had known about it. 鈥淲hat鈥檙e we here for?鈥
Castiel turned his attention from the lake, his hazy eyes fixed on Dean. He stepped toward Dean, pushing him back onto the hood of the Impala.
Dean scooted on top, wrapping his legs around the back of Cas鈥 own to pull him closer. 鈥淵ou bring me to a make-out spot, sweetheart?鈥
Cas crushed his lips to Dean鈥檚 without warning, kissing him fast and deep and leaving him totally breathless.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e beautiful,鈥 Cas murmured, his lips not quite parted from Dean鈥檚. 鈥淎ll of you. You鈥檙e beautiful.鈥
Dean felt like the air was knocked from his lungs. He pushed himself further back onto the hood, pulling Cas with him. He planted gentle kisses on his angel鈥檚 cheeks, his eyelids, his nose, his mouth. For eight months, they鈥檇 been making up for lost time, but Dean knew he鈥檇 never grow tired of the weight of Castiel above him; the taste of his skin or the feel of his lips. He鈥檇 never get enough of the tiny hitch of breath each time Dean鈥檚 lips found Cas鈥 neck.
鈥淭his your way of tellin鈥 me I got specs-appeal?鈥
鈥淪top. Talking.鈥 Cas growled.
鈥淚 love you so damn much,鈥 Dean whispered against Cas鈥 skin, bathed in the dying light of the day.
Castiel had fallen from grace in every way imaginable for Dean, until there was hardly a spark of it left in his veins. From the moment he鈥檇 gripped Dean tight and raised him from perdition, Dean had been falling ever since. Dean fell and fell, and sure, half the time he鈥檇 been stumbling blindly, drunkenly, trying to claw his way back up with broken nails and bleeding fingertips, but his descent into his love for the angel was never ending.
Somewhere along the way, he鈥檇 accepted that. He鈥檇 enjoyed it in the quiet moments; a small smile to himself alone in his room, a twinkle in his eye seeing the angel at the breakfast table, a photograph held to his heart before every hunt. For years his love had been a shameful, secret thing.
Eventually, finally, he鈥檇 embraced it. And now that he had, he discovered that those impossible celestial hands that had once built him from the ground up were right there to steady him. Through every kiss, every hunt, every time they almost lost each other again and again, every sleepless night and every long drive with Cas鈥 hand resting atop his on the gearstick. He felt only pride for his love for Cas. There were no more secrets, only truth.
Dean was still falling, but Cas 鈥 the angel had never flown higher.
鈥淚 love you too, Dean.鈥
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She was silent. But I could see death working on her.
鈥淢ourning鈥 from A Manual for Cleaning Women by Lucia Berlin
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